The Wife, The Kids, And the White Picket Fence

Mail order brides, turtlenecks, and trophy wives
Had the ways and means to breach
The borders of easy street

And to blend right in
We all surrounded them
In a white picket fence
Now both ends meet

Sufficed to say there's a time and a place
So I wait
For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull for
While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line
That burns at both our good ends

2 peas in a pod, a battleaxe, and a bastard child
took one step more
and went straight to the source
and to blend right in
they opened fire with
their rain checks spent
to make ends meet

Sufficed to say there's a time and a place
So I wait
For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull for
While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line
That burns at both our good ends

go on, paint the whole town red
I'd rather follow who cleans up the mess
And so I wait.

Sufficed to say there's a time and a place
So I wait
For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull for
While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line
That burns at both our good ends